"Don't you know, already, that he can't be trusted?" the shadow crows. "You know what everyone back home likes to call him? HE IS A LIAR. He lies and he lies and he'll do it compulsively and he'll do it to your face, and he'll justify it to himself so it sounds like he had no other choice!"

Tim -

Tim says nothing.

He ducks his head and wraps his arms around his chest and doesn't look at any of them, not Sans, not the whining, tearful shadow in the corner, not the vindictive mirror of himself snarling out words he can't deny. Its eyes shine gold in spiteful victory.

"You can't trust him. Not a single word he says. Even if he pretends it's true. Maybe you were never friends."